Flames Of Passion In Los Angeles

*Ana POV*

A soft touch on my cheek wakes me up. When I open my eyes, I am greeted by the sight of James, resting on his elbow, looking at me. He has a smile on his face.

"Sorry, beautiful. Didn't mean to wake you up," he whispers to me, I see the way his smile widens the more he looks at me. I smile at him too.

"What time is it?" I ask, stretching my legs out.

"It's..." he begins, but turns back to see his digital alarm. "Almost ten, why?".

"Just asking," I reply.

A moment of silence was shared between us, with both of us just looking at each other. I notice how his pupils dilate.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask him through my smile.

"The real question is... why are you looking at me like that?" he asks me back.

"I asked you first...".

"And I asked you second. Besides I am a gentleman so I am going to let you, my lady, speak first," I chuckle at his words.

"The way that you look at me, I feel like you are going to eat me alive..." I say.

"Seems like you have forgotten last night, have you?..." he whispers to me.

"No..." I whisper back.

There was another short period of silence between us. We both look at each other.

"You already got enough of me?" I roll my eyes at his ridiculous question.

"You do know I can never get enough of you," I say, immediately winning a reaction from him, he moves his body back on top of mine.

"Good..." He says, adjusting his body on me.

"Then have me again, I am all yours..." he whispers gently into my ear. His words cause me to bite my lip.

His lips trail across my neck, I can feel the muscle in between his legs grow on me once again. From there, we replay what we did last night.

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A few hours pass, we have had our breakfast, we have a lot of cuddles, I loved the cuddles, being in his strong arms feels like my only home. I want to leave his embrace.

But before I forget, I rush up the stairs and into our bathroom.

"Babe, are you okay?" I hear James call out.

"I am fine," I reply.

"Alright.".

I quickly grab a few sheets of toilet paper before opening the small, empty bin by the toilet. Carefully, I extract the pregnancy test from the bin. I get some more toilet paper to wrap the test up, but before I do so, I take another look at the display on the test, where the lines are meant to show.

I blink twice before my eyes widen.

I swallow hard, numbness spreads through me.

The test falls out of my hands, and with a gentle thud, lands on the floor.

I shake my head before taking another look at the test.

Two lines.

'But yesterday it showed only one!?' My mind screams.

A tear rolling down my face kicks me out of my trance.

"I'm pregnant..." I mutter under my breath. Immediately, the sides of my lips rise. I'm going to become a mother...

Before thinking, I shout, "Baby?... James?".

I immediately hear quickened steps running towards the bathroom. He bolts the door open.

"Are you okay? Is everything okay? Do you feel sick again? I have the tea ready downstairs..." He says, so much worry is on his face.

Despite his worry, my smile widens.

He raises an eyebrow at me.

"Everything is okay, right?".

I nod.

"Then what is it baby girl, why did you call me?". I see his eyes travel down to my hands.

"What is that in your hands?". Crap...

I begin to panic ever so slightly. He wasn't meant to see this.

"Ana?..." I notice his voice raise by a decibel.

"It's a pregnancy test...".

I see his eyes widen.

"Ana?..." I hear the wariness in his voice.

"We are pregnant..." I say before he could utter another word.

Silence followed. It is also that silence which begins to worry me.

"You... you are... pregnant?". The expression on his face is unreadable, which just adds to my worry.

"Can I see the test?..." he asks. I nod before giving him the test.

"I... I guess that explains all my sicknesses..." I say.

"Baby girl..." he begins. "Is... is this right? How right are these?..." He asks.

"I don't know. But it does make some sense now as to why I have been feeling the way I have been feeling for the last few weeks...".

"But, Baby girl, you do know I... I am infertile..." He suddenly stops, his eyes rise from the test up to me.

I begin to shake my head as I know that nobody else could have gotten me pregnant. The only person that could have gotten me pregnant is James. He is the only person I had s.e.x with.

"James... you are the only person whom I had a s.e.x.u.a.l relationship with... there is no way anyone else could have gotten me pregnant...". I let out a gentle and an unexpected sigh of relief when I see the features on his face soften.

"We have to go to a doctor, baby... I... I don't trust this... plastic thing..." he says, referring to the test in his hand.

I look at him.

"I'll go and call my private doctor..." with that he leaves the room.

With all the emotions, I can sense numbness in his voice, I don't blame him. Neither of us expected this.

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James walks back into the bathroom, where he finds me seated against a wall. My eyes look at the test.

"Baby, let's go. My doctor booked an appointment for us, we should begin to make our way there now in order to get there in time.".

I nod at his words, even though I didn't catch a single word he said.

"Let's go..." he gently takes a hold of my right hand before leading me out of the bathroom. At some point, the test managed to fall out of my grip without my notice.

He let's go of my hand before wrapping a hand around me. He pushed me closer to him, like that we both walk to the front door where we both put on our footwear before making our way to his car.

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Even though the ride was 10 minutes, it passed by with a click of a finger. The ride to his doctor was silent, but I was too busy in my thoughts to notice.

James parks the car by a very modern-looking, yet small building. Exiting the car, we make out way to the reception. From there, we were sent to a waiting area where we waited for no longer than 5 minutes.

"Ana? Is Ana here?" A young, gentle voice calls my name out. Both James and I stand up and walk over to the nurse before she brings us to her office.

Once seated, both James and I tell the nurse what it is that we want her to check. With a nod, she begins the procedures, she collected anything needed before leaving her office.

Within ten minutes, she returns with a couple of pages in her hands. She sits in her chair before uttering a word.

"Here are your results. While I checked for pregnancy, I managed to work out who the father is. Congratulations Mr O'Neill.". She hands us one of the pages and I immediately begin to look through it.

"The test shows that I am pregnant...".

I see James coming closer to me, looking into the page. I look at him, his eyes scanning the page in my hand.

"We are pregnant..." I mutter under my breath, allowing a few more tears of joy to run down my face.

"I am going to become a father..." I hear James mutter.

"I AM GOING TO BECOME A FATHER!!!".

Immediately he hugs me before picking me up and spinning me around.

"I am going to become a f.u.c.k.i.n.g father..." he whispers into my ear.

When he lets me down, I notice his eyes tearing up.

"But doctor, how? I- I am infertile?". Immediately, we see her raise an eyebrow before picking up the other few pages from her desk. She shakes her head a couple of seconds later.

"It says here that you are fine. You are fertile, Mr O'Neill.".

"But a couple of weeks ago, I got my results from the medical centre saying that I am infertile.".

"There must have been some sort of an error when they received your results, Mr O'Neill. Its a very rare occurring, but it happens.".

"But, how can we know that this information is also correct?" I ask.

"I got this result directly from the laboratory where they tested Mr O'Neill's s.p.e.r.m. They sent me a copy of the results since I am his private doctor. Also, in the medical centre, they have tens upon hundreds of patients, while I have Mr O'Neill along with four other patients that I have to look out for. What I am trying to say is that the results that I have are the most accurate.". I keep my eyes on the woman

"Okay, thank you very much, doctor," James replies.

She smiles at both of us. "Just doing my job.".

"Before you go," she begins. "I can do an ultrasound for you, but that is if you want...".

Both look at me. "Yes, please...".

With that, she leads us to another room. The room she leads us to is bigger than her office.

She lets me lie on an examination table. Lifting up my top, she puts a clear gel on my abdomens. Then she turns on a machine beside me before rubbing the scanner on my gelled skin, dispersing it. Within seconds, areas of white takeover the dark screen right before...

"There..." The nurse says, pointing to the screen. "That pea shape there. That is the embryo.".

I look at the screen, at that small dot and I can stop my smile from widening. With my smile, more tears flow down my face. I diver my eyes to James. I see a big smile on his lips.

As if he could feel my eyes on him, he looks down at me.

"That's our baby..." I whisper to him.

Immediately, I feel him take my hand him his before bending down and placing his lips onto mine.

"I love you..." he whispers to me.

"I love you more..." I reply.

I look back at the nurse who is by the machine. Moments later she comes back and hands me a card with the picture of the scan on it.

"Looks to me like you are in about... three weeks pregnant, Miss O'Neill," I, once again, look at the youth doctor.

"Thank you so much..." I tell her, more tears flow from my eyes.

Next, I feel James wrap his arms around me, holding me close to him. "I promise you, I will keep you and our child safe, I will support you. Every step that you take, I will make sure to be there with you. We are going to do this together, I will never leave you. I love you, Ana.". I reply my wrapping my arms around him. Moments later, I feel James's touch as he begins to gently rub my stomach.

"I love you too, James," I reply.